. . . grass and sidewalk, blows with chalk,Dark asphalt arrows, seem to know,
. . . as white slow smoke begins to grow,In shadowed sun where children play,
. . . the cool winds blow the clouds away,Before soft voice whispers, 'do not',
. . . peppermint burns when sipped too hot,The place alive with birthday surprise,
. . . pits its wits against the days demise,But it ends with darkness, black as night,
. . . the party's over and we must take flight.
The challenge was to use the words in this wordle to make a new poem - I think I used them all!
Place, Crimson, Chalk , Winds, Measured, Peppermint, Arrows, Slow, Asphalt, Smoke,Begins, Ends, White, Soft, Children, Burns, Grass, Before, Know, Dark,Flight, Sun, Blows, Grow, Place, Burns, Pits, Sidewalk, Black, Cool,